A Hogwarts dissertation guide

That night, Harry received a letter from James and Sirius. The letter was not long and seemed to be written in a hurry. Harry read every word carefully:

harry -

We have heard about the arrangements within Hogwarts. You don’t have to worry. He is a very experienced wizard. We have been very good friends for many years in the past. We have fought side by side and he is a person who can be trusted. .But if your scar hurts again, go directly to Professor Dumbledore. Don’t bother Mr. Lumple about this matter. He is a busy man. Dumbledore will take care of your affairs - he activated the retired Alastor. This means that he understood the signs.

The accident more than a week ago was definitely an ominous sign, which means that you must stay vigilant, Harry, and you must keep yourself away from danger.Say hello to Hermione and Ron for us.

Stay alert, Harry - James Potter and Sirius.

Harry looked up at Hedwig, who was dancing on his desk. He felt a little relieved. He had been a little uneasy since the Quidditch World Cup. Whether it was the previous nightmare or the Dark Mark, it was nothing like What a great sign.

But he didn't think it had much to do with it, or he didn't think this kind of thing needed to bother Professor Dumbledore, let alone Professor Lumpo.

"If your scar hurts again, you should tell Dumbledore." Hermione looked at him seriously, "He has said before that once your scar hurts, then there are mysterious people around you, and they will You unleashed malice.”

"Ha, but it's impossible for him to go to Harry's house!" Ron said in surprise, "After all, it's protected by a spell. He can't know."

"So this is what we need to worry about." Hermione looked at Harry...the lightning-shaped scar on his head with some concern.

"I will tell him if the scar hurts again." Harry said angrily. He didn't want to waste too much time on this scar. He just wanted to be able to study normally like other ordinary little wizards. Enjoy being with your family and friends instead of thinking about fighting the Dark Lord all day long.

He's just a 15-year-old kid.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other, looking a little worried. They thought scars were not a trivial matter, but they respected Harry's thoughts and believed that Harry would realize the seriousness of the problem.

Although they didn't know what the secret was on the scar, since Dumbledore valued it so much, it must be very important.

"Ha, your dad also knows Sirius and Moody?" Ron suddenly said excitedly, breaking the silence first, "Maybe he will take more care of us in private."

"I don't want this privilege." Harry said dryly. This afternoon's lessons made his opinion of Moody slightly drop, probably from curiosity to disinterest, even though he seemed to be interested in Neville. It was not bad, and he even gave him a book "Magical Aquatic Plants of the Mediterranean and Their Properties".

Professor Moody might not be that bad, but Harry didn't think he was a very good professor.Although he never used the Unforgivable Curses banned by the Ministry of Magic to hunt down dark wizards, he used the Unforgivable Curses today to torture three spiders very cruelly.

Harry would not admit that it was the green light of the Death Curse that reminded him of bad things. He thought of his mother's screams and Voldemort's laughter...

It was like facing the Dementors last year.

Hedwig tapped Harry's knee with her wings, where she had just jumped from the table onto Harry's lap.

"Okay, Hedwig, you can find some food by yourself. I put your rations on the window sill." Harry stroked Hedwig's black and gray feathers, "If you want, we can I can also keep you in the dormitory."

Hedwig glanced at Harry with her big eyes, and she seemed to understand - animals in the wizarding world are so magical, even an owl that only costs a small bag of gold galleons can understand human words.

Hedwig circled above Harry and the others, then flew towards the open window.

"I'm going to bed," Harry yawned. "Ron and I spent too much energy on our Divination homework."

Ron nodded, "See you tomorrow, Hermione."

"Okay, see you tomorrow." Hermione nodded helplessly, and returned to the dormitory holding several thick books, which she planned to read before going to bed.

By the time Hermione was lying on the bed, the only sound left in the dormitory was the breathing of her roommates, who didn't seem worried about anything.

But Hermione has been thinking about whether Edward encouraged her to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, or refused her to participate?Or maybe he doesn't care about it at all?

Hermione subconsciously leaned towards the third possibility. She knew Edward's character too well. He didn't seem to care about these people with false reputations. He was always so calm and calm, yet he controlled the overall situation and led them at critical moments. A desperate comeback.

But... the Triwizard Tournament is probably the most important event in magic schools, and even involves the three most powerful magic schools in Europe.

Hermione couldn't figure it out. There was an urge to try in her heart. She was definitely sorted into Gryffindor not just because she told the Sorting Hat that she wanted to go to Gryffindor - besides, she could Isn't it a kind of courage to reject the Sorting Hat's suggestion and insist on coming to Gryffindor?

"Well, let's take a look at the referees who will select the warriors. If Dumbledore really ensures that students under the age of 17 cannot participate in the competition, then I won't be able to participate." Hermione stared at the dark tent ceiling in a daze.

Hermione was definitely not the only one who had insomnia this night. Neville was also insomniac. He kept thinking about what Professor Moody said to him during the day and his encouragement to himself, and he tossed and turned in bed.

Apart from Professor Moody, probably only Professor Lupine had ever encouraged him so much.

Early the next morning, Hermione woke up. The random thoughts about last night had been put aside in her mind. Regardless of whether she could become a warrior of Hogwarts, enriching herself was definitely not a bad thing, Dumbledore said. Yes, the referees will fairly select the students who are most qualified to represent Hogwarts, and this means: the Warriors of Hogwarts are the best students of Hogwarts.

But when she walked out of the dormitory and went to the common room to prepare for the review course, she found that Harry was also in the common room. His face was a little pale, and he seemed to be thinking about something. His eyes were fixed on the leg of a desk. Lian He Min walked up to him without noticing.